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People are but...

There are people who are admiring your personality
but haunting your flaws
There are people who speak the good of you
But speak bad things at your back
There are people who smile at you
But curse you whenever you're not around
There are people who love you
But whispering against you

But in this life, there is always someone who will admire you
Without condeming your flaws
They speak good things to you
Without hitting at your back
They smile at you genuinely
Without cursing you around
They will love you purely
Without whispering against you



March 20, 2014
Her
Effortless,
boundless,
listless
in this.
Feeling a writer's block coming on. Don't think this stuff is helping me feel
it leaving.
"For the failure,
  For the broken heart,
  And miserable      

If only I could be born again,
I would choose not meeting you
If only I could be born again,      
I would choose to not through this way
If only I could be born again..."
                                              
But I can not be born again..
I will not wish to,
for the rest of my age left
for the thing that would never happen
for my new age..

If I were born again,
I would still ask to meet you,
And this way is the thing that I always want..

Happy birthday, to me.
The special thing about getting the new age is you can make the new hope for the next life that we would live it. Another thing is, you can just stop for a while and look back what had you done after all those 17 years.  
I can't believe I'm 18 now. Thanks God, for the -up and down-beautiful life.
Taken
By so many emotions
Mistaken
Maybe I’m just a fool
Contemplating
Was it all just a notion?
Debating
Are there exceptions to the rule?

Hoping
For these things that cannot be
Coping
And not doing very well
Devastation
Will I ever be set free?
Maybe heaven
Is just another name for hell
No one reads my **** ,
I am so thankful for this website .
I'm accountable now .
Porcelain angels
are delicate things
and darling,
you broke
your own wings.
Silences stretch
between us
like bridges that
we'll never
cross
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